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Published August 10, 2003

By Tanya Batson-Savage

A

untie Roachie art mussi full

till it bus las’Wednesday night, wen

likkle mos’ all a Jamaican come out

fi sey howdy and tenky to Miss Lou a Eman-

cipation Park inna New Kingston. Since De

Hanarebel Dackta Louise

Bennett-Coverley lick de Norman Manley In-

ternational Hairport las’ week, Jumaica don’t

give har a fighting chance; dem jus a fling

dung di love, wedda she ready ar not.

Wan afta anadda, she haffi go dis, dat or

tarra wat cermany, an’ everybady wan’ ear a

likkle boonoonoonous talk. Everybody wan’

dem piece, true sey a so long since she for-

wud back a yard, no since she lef go Canada

inna ’87.

So, on Independence Day, 2003, Jamai-

cans from all walks of life, young old and

some who caan mek up them mind yet,

poured into Emancipation Park, whether to

take a prips at the esteemed lady or simply

to part-take in the festivities. Neither Asy-

lum nor Monday morning has produced the

kind of traffic that crawled along Knutsford

Boulevard on Wednesday evening at 7:00

p.m. Everybody and their best friend wanted

to make it to the park.

Screens were stationed all around the

grounds to make sure that everybody could

see, even if they couldn’t be near the stage.

Unfortunatley the microphone set-up wasn’t

as good, but at least people could see from

all around the of the park and even in the

middle.

Of course with that kind of crowd, enough

seats were not there for everybody to get a

kotch. And of course, with all the lush grass

on the lawn that wasn’t a problem. People

neva fraid to simply grab a piece of the

ground and sit on that. As soon as dem sit

down, dem tek out all that they brought to

eat, because wha’ de pint a wan show wid-

douten likkle bikkle.

Mervyn Morris (he was the one who

help a lot of people see that Miss Lou can be

studied in school with his essay On Reading

Louise Bennett Seriously) read a wonder-

ful citation to Miss Lou. The citation full up

of nuff, big, sweet wud bout why she was a

revolutionary and how she ’studied, shared

and illuminated the heart of the Jamaican

people’.

’She has helped us to realise that we likkle

but we tallaway,’ the citation said and Profes-

sor Morriss read it sweet-sweet.

Den Lawks, Miss Lou was so moved she

could not even talk. ’I mus say suppen,’ she

said when they gave her the microphone.

’When you see I can’t talk you mus’ know,’

she said. And everybody seemed to know.

Har heart must have been well full and her

speech said as much.

Along with all the big people speechify-

ing and saying how much Miss Lou has done

and dubbing her the ’mother’ of Jamaican

culture, the evening had quite a mix of people

performing. Faith D’Aguillar, one woman

who sound like the dead stamp of Miss Lou,

was one of them. Fitz Weir, Easton Lee and

Charles

Hyatt also took a walk down memory

lane. Hyatt suggested that Miss Lou could be

made a National Heroine, to ease off some of

the pressure from Nanny.

Oliver Samuels also took a walk down

memory lane, but he did not go too far down

the road as he decided to bring Miss Lou up

to date on what was going on in Jamaica now.

He came to the stage with one big greeting an

give out: ’Yuh brute yuh! Yuh tink I wouldn’t

fin’ yuh? Yuh nuh easy y’know Louise. Yuh

nuh

likkle, but yuh tallawah!’

Of course, every body laugh, because is

long time since Miss Lou was likkle - but she

well tallawah. She tallawah cyaa done. Of

course, with how Oliver Samuels very jokify,

him start mek fun of the war between Cable

and Wireless and Digicel, talking bout ’me a

di owna fi di yard’. It get really funny when

he started in on the Privy Council issue.

According to his dictionary, privy means

latrine. ’All dem a galang bout Privy Council,

a tilet so much people waah go?’ he asked. Of

course, everybody laugh. Samuels also made

it a point to argue that if the statues wanted to

emancipate their minds itally, then they had

the freedom to do so.

The bringer of the fresh vegetables, Tony

Rebel, did not quite agree with the statues

being ital. After having everybody singing

along with his song, which used We Love

You Miss Lou as the chorus, he ended his

piece with the argument that they should take

down the naked people and put up one of

Miss Lou instead. This call had the audience

cheering wildly.

Tony Rebel was not the only deejay to

make the programme, as the beenie doctor

himself also had his four minutes. Beenie

Man’s performance, which was not another

case of ’hey green arm ova desso...’, went

over very well with the audience. He started

off with the first verse of Redemption Song

before going on to give his own version of

thanks and praises in honour of Miss Lou.

Dub Poet Yassus Afari also took his time

at the microphone. The poet called Miss Lou

and international ’shero’ and told her that her

real place was in King’s House. ’Ah you mek

di people dem ’ave so much diabetes,’ he said

addressing Miss Lou directly, ’caah yuh too

sweet.’

Joan Andrea Hutchinson also brought her

poetic skills to the evening. She performed

a poem which spoke about the trials of Miss

Lou in the efforts of those who wanted to kill

off Jamaican Creole because it is just ’bad

talking’.

The evening clearly showed Miss Lou that

we were not skylarking in her absence. Spirit

of 8 gave a great rendition of her contribution

to folk song history, including the perpetually

calming Evening Time.

There were also performances of Qua-

drille, folk songs, ring games and dances.

Of course, the highlight of the performances

was when young Jade Harris performed an

excerpt of Miss Lou’s Cuss Cuss. The little

bump of womanhood, a student of Gem Glow

Kindergarten, warmed everybody’s heart with

her performance.

Sandra Brooks, Fab 5, Abijah, Stefan

Penincillin and Leroy Sibbles also performed.

When everything was done and Miss Lou

was being taken out on a little golf cart

everybody tried to get in a one look - but not

everybody was lucky.

Disappointed, one young woman kissed

her teeth and turned away saying: ’Cho!

Mi nat even get fi see ar!’

Whether or not everybody got to see her

live and in living colour the evening was

a good show of Jamaica’s culture to one

of its staunchest supporters. It was a long

time since Jamaica had seen har, and we all

wanted to show love.

Even if it tired ar out. Is a good ting she

tallawah, even at 83.

So mi get it, so mi give it.

Howdy and tenk

yu, Miss Lou